in the summer of 2006 my 2003 connie was stolen. i went into withdrawals – a slight twitch in my neck, disfigured speech, minor shaking and a thousand yard stare. in lieu of jumping off the golden gate bridge i RENTED a harley late on a friday afternoon with the intention of disappearing for a weekend cruise to who knows where. i ride the bike home.
Saturday morning at 6 a.m. i'm at the bike – all packed and ready to go. so pumped was i for the implementation of the cure that steroids would have only diluted the rocket fuel that was already running in my veins.
i stick the key in the ignition, go to turn the ignition on and the key won’t budge. it's stuck – and stuck solid. no amount of giggling, adjusting the handle bars, force or prayers would get that key to turn on the ignition.
i ended up having the shop come pick up the bike the following Tuesday – but at least I rode it home and looked badass having it parked in my carport – and I got it for what turned out to be FREE.
it's 2010 and I have not been back since.